Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.